I was standing Outside of the Greyhound Station in Downtown OKC
When a Limo pulled up and a one armed Priest Introduced Himself to Me.
He Asked if I wanted a place to stay
Free cigarettes and Three meals a day
He was the Bingo King
of Oklahoma City

Well, I worked Father Dolans Bingo Tables for about a week or so
One day he told me that I didn’t fit in and that I had to go.
I didn’t take the time to ask him why
I just packed my things and said goodbye
to the Bingo King
of Oklahoma City

Just after Thanksgiving of 88 they found Father Dolan Dead
Somebody had entered his apartment and smashed in his head.
His Car was found near an overpass
with the tires missing and out of gas
He was the Bingo King
of Oklahoma City

Thanks.
The song is pretty much just the facts of how I met Fr. Dolan. A couple of years ago I got curious about whatever became of him, did a little Google search and learned about the murder.
Pure folk/ blues Americana. I just learned about the connection with the Insane Asylum a few weeks ago.